로그인I walked toward the front door, but the doorbell didn’t stop ringing. It kept going, sharp and relentless, echoing through the quiet house like a warning I couldn’t ignore. My pulse quickened. That had to be Red. It was her old habit she refused to let go. She once told me she loved the tone of the bell and how the button buzzed like a vibrator whenever she pressed it.I rolled my eyes and grabbed the doorknob. “Old freaking habit, Red. Oh, you’re so dead.”I opened the door expecting to see Red standing there with that gorgeous smile and those cute dimples.But strangely, there was no one at the door.The porch was empty. The street was silent.I chuckled, trying to shake off the unease. “Fine, I’m not mad. You can come out now.”I thought Red had run off like she usually did after ringing the bell like that. I stood there for a while, waiting for her to suddenly jump out from wherever she was hiding.Nothing happened.The smile slowly faltered from my face as I stepped outside. “Tha
I was still crying, now seated on the ground with my back against Mom’s closet. The tears kept coming, hot and endless, until suddenly they stopped.My gaze darted everywhere across the room, sharp and frantic. I quickly wiped my face roughly with both hands and snatched the piece of paper again with trembling fingers. I unfolded it and read the words silently once more.The note was not talking to Zara and me directly. Mom was speaking to someone else, someone she trusted enough to warn. The mission was all a set up, just as I had always said. Yet no one believed me. Not Zara. Not even Zane.Now this was evidence. Real evidence.But I needed to find out who this message was directed to. That particular person would know something Mom knew too.I stood up from the floor, my legs shaky but determined. I began pacing around the room, my mind racing to connect the dots. Who was Mom reaching out to? She never had a partner on missions, it was always just her. Or maybe she did have one, an
I stood there in the middle of Mom’s room, my eyes slowly moving over every familiar detail. The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, making the room feel almost alive again. My gaze finally dropped on her jewelry box again, still resting on the dresser.I reached for it with trembling hands. The moment my fingers touched the smooth wooden surface, I clicked it open.A gentle, familiar melody began playing from the tiny music box inside. The soft, tinkling tune filled the quiet room.Tears welled up instantly, but a laugh escaped my lips at the same time. I cried and laughed together, the sound broken and raw.I remembered how I used to dance around the house whenever Mom left that box open. I would spin and twirl like a little princess to that exact melody. And then there was the time when I was thirteen…I had emptied all of Mom’s jewelry into her closet just so I could steal the box. I wanted it so badly. When Mom came looking for it, I denied ever touching it with t
I was woken up again by the buzzing sound of my phone on the nightstand. I tossed to the other side, the chirping birds outside louder than my phone. I groaned and forced myself up with my eyes still closed.“Why are nights so short these days?” I yawned, still sitting on the edge of the bed. Then I managed to flutter my sleepy eyes open.I got out of bed, butt naked, and moved to the window, surprised at how intense the morning sun already felt. I yawned again, stretching my sore muscles, then shut the windows and grabbed my phone. The time staring back at me almost made my heart jump.“11:30 a.m.? How?” I screamed, realizing Brad was going to have my head on a stake today.I moved to my notifications. Zane and Zara had left messages.Zara’s text read:“Hey sis, I left for the hospital early. Covering for a colleague today. I knocked on your door earlier but there was no response. Hope you’re okay. See you later.”Zane’s message was longer:“Last night was magical, Skye. I can’t stop
Zara stared back at me, mimicking the exact wide-eyed, popping-eye reaction I had just made. “What? Better fix your eyeballs back in their sockets before they fall off,” she giggled. She twisted the keys and the car roared to life. We pulled out of the parking lot, merged onto the street, and headed toward the highway leading home.The whole drive, the car stayed quiet. I rested my head against the cool window, staring at the streetlights and other cars blurring past us. I silently prayed Zara would not bring up the topic again.“You guys were really loud in there,” Zara suddenly said, her voice dripping with amusement.The words hit me like a slap. I shut my eyes tightly, then opened them and sat up straight, turning to face her. Her eyes were fixed on the road, but that knowing little smile was still on her face.“Really?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“Really, Skye,” she replied, the smile growing wider and sharper. “How did you both come up with the idea to do that rig
Zane gently dressed me like I was made of glass. I had no strength left in my body. My legs felt weak, my arms heavy, and all I wanted was to get home and collapse on my bed. I barely helped him as he slipped my clothes back on. Every movement reminded me how thoroughly he had used me.When he finished dressing me, he got dressed too. The whole time, neither of us said a single word. The silence wrapped around me like a thick blanket, making my thoughts louder and louder.I kept wondering if he had found out what I did with the nurse. If he knew, he would have said something, right? We could have talked it out. But this silence was killing me. I hated silent treatment more than anything. On the other hand, I could not bring it up myself. What if he did not know anything yet? What if my panic made me confess something he had no idea about and I ended up ruining everything?I immediately kicked the idea out of my head. But what if he already knew and was waiting for me to come clean on
“Get on the desk?” I whispered Zane’s words back to myself as I tried to push my body up from the floor. My legs felt like jelly. They were still vibrating and weak from everything that had just happened.My thoughts started spinning out of control. Zane had never talked this dirty before. Not like
I was just about to put my bra back on when the door flew open. Zane hurried into the office, still wearing his white doctor's coat. I quickly turned to face him, my heavy tits completely bare.His eyes dropped straight to my naked breasts. His gaze darkened instantly. I saw his cock twitch and sta
I rubbed myself harder, circling my clit fast while my other hand squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple hard. “Fuck… Zane…” I gasped. I pushed two fingers deep inside my tight, soaking hole and started fucking myself with quick, desperate strokes. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet office as my







